“Sleep in or get up early.”
“Sleep in,” we both answer.
“Cold or hot.”
“Cold,” I answer, and Keno says, “Hot.”
“I was beginning to think you’re the same person,” Sandra teases. “Beach or snow?”
“Beach,” we both answer.
“What’s your favorite meal?”
“Anything on the barbeque,” I answer.
“Lasagna in creamy cheese sauce,” Keno answers.
“What’s your favorite season?”
I give her an amused smile since Arizona doesn’t truly have distinct seasons like the north does. “Spring,” I say.
“Summer,” Keno answers.
“What’s your favorite holiday?”
“Christmas,” we both say.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Gray,” I answer.
“Blue,” Keno says.
“There we go. We have the beginning of a color scheme,” Sandra says.
Keno looks at her, confused. “We do?”
“Gray and blue are wonderful complimentary colors. Let me get a color pallet.” We watch her walk away. She returns a few minutes later with some color chips.
Through another series of instinctual responses, we do, in fact, have a color palette. Navy blue, slate blue, cloud gray, and a subtle gray that could almost be white. She tossed in a light gray blue to marry the colors, too.
“I think we need to take you everywhere,” Keno says. “If we’d have had you a month ago, we’d be far less stressed.”
Sandra smiles. “Hold that thought. That was the relatively easy part. Now we’re going to talk style. I think we can still play off the game we’ve been using. I’m going to stress that you shouldn’t look at the colors these are in, which I know is difficult. But all I want you to see is the style. You don’t have to have a reason to like or dislike something. This isn’t a test and there is no right answer. This is about preference and what you want. Ready?”
I’m definitely far more nervous about this game than I was with the previous two versions. But as long as we don’t have to think about it too long or study each individual piece, I find it’s not quite so bad.
In the end, she doesn’t give us results. Sandra says there aren’t any results. This was just for her to get a sense of how we lean. She gives us bottles of water and a plate of cookies and tells us to hang out while she puts some ideas together.
“She should let us hire her,” Keno says as he munches on a cookie. He pauses mid chew. “Should I be watching my wedding figure?”
I roll my eyes and shove him playfully. “If all days could be like this, I think this could be a lot of fun.”
“Actually, I think now that we have some colors, it’s going to be less stressful. We have the shortened time frame to deal with, but otherwise, I think it’s going to go a lot more smoothly from here.”
“Once we catch up on all the shit we’ve put off until we picked a theme.”
Keno nods.
